@Chamomile 8 September 2020 more from that month

T-shirts

Unceasingly sailing, keeping buoyant under the rocking waves’ evil eye Won’t dive like an army fighting a war of moon tide alone Sitting on the brink of windows of reminiscence at twilight as the sky burnt blue. Overturned life raft of white noise and cigarette smoke   Moments fossilizing the broken bones brought by fractured promises Now clatter mooring with a parachute and my shadow. Boxes of hidden solitude and elation Trembling like an earthquake in deafening empty rooms   Closet walloping the right parts of you parading all over the place of let go Words left unsaid like a spilled coffee on the floor in weeks Sleep was our meeting place in a majestic Milky Way Aurora was the witness of throwing me out, slammed the door of finale.   **Save my T-shirts, my gentle parts as a cure of sadness.** **Suit you more like my most venerated city horizon.** **Monochrome gray scale of our history in my clothes cage.** **Grab them as runaway refuge with your shrunken love, someday.**